POETRY - PROSAIC DREAMS

PROSAIC DREAMS
In torrents of anguish unmitigated;
Everyone suffers their private torments.
In moments of personal hell
Shrouded by semblance of normalcy;
No one rejoices –
In the graveyard of universal posturing.

Thought I life was as soft,
As the milky glow of
A silvery midnight moon.
But suffocating and meditating
In the dreadful depths of despair,
I still cannot fathom the mystery
For when effort unnumbered
Shout life is not benign,
The spirit flickers and blinks out.
But still –
The magnificent majesty marches on.

Though thought I
Life would be as gentle
As a placid sea,
And as sparkling as
The golden flame of a setting sun;
Now I know it is wild and wicked.

Times past,
Life’s radiant halo intoxicated my heart
Like sweet fragrance of creamy magnolias in bloom;
And thought I
It was a maiden amiable and alluring;
Seductive with rich promises
Of pleasures unimaginable.
But now know I better –
That life is a frigid lover;
A goddess with irresistible charms
At whose feet I kneel in submission,
But whose smile is scornful;
Whose beckoning is uninviting;
Whose embrace is cold and indifferent;
Whose love is a song of rejection.
And so in dejection
I am resigned to a lifetime of hopelessness
Within the blackness of a heart
Where mercifully pain benumbs
In a choreography of prosaic dreams.

POETRY - RESIGNATION

RESIGNATION
Ensnared by thought, thought and thoughts
My entire being in a life-long captivity is.
My whole life has not known,
Any moment of respite;
A minute of peace;
A second of bliss;
Nor a hint of release
From this fort of turmoil
That in impregnable majesty,
Looms large and unshakable –
A key in hand, lock in place;
An eternal and inexorable guard against escape
From this confining damnation, doom, miseries and tribulations-
In a palatable guise – life.

I am not privy to destiny’s cabinet council,
To fate’s executive seat,
And to fortunes supreme command.
This are relics from a distant and alien past
And emissaries to a bleak and sinister future.
Timelessness, it seems, surpasses agelessness,
For what does not cease with and in time?
Death? Life? Agony?

Only time does not freeze.
Ever present
Out of mind, out of space.
And how am I, a mere mortal
Supposed to contend with time?
With what am I to fill up the chasm-
This present?
How am I to dance to
The chimes of times echoing
An esoteric melody?
Only time can tell,
For isn’t it time alone that matters?

POETRY- WHEN SOME DAY I TRULY LOVE.

WHEN SOME DAY I TRULY LOVE.

When your foot-falls,
Echo chimes of affections,
By gently treading on my soul,
And softly knocking the door of my heart,
Waves of tenderness burst forth in me,
Like beautiful April flowers,
Blossoming in a thousand soft colors.

For years,
This question my life has been,
``When shall I truly love?''
And now,
Like the sun's golden rays,
Dispels darkness from the earth,
Your sweet, tender eyes,
Seem to tell me,
That some day when I truly love,
Your presence will write a song,
Of eternal love in my life.

You come to me bearing a melody,
And like an Angel of mercy,
Your love beckons me to ,
A peaceful shore across ,
A turbulent ocean,
Where waves sing songs of passion,
Songs of joy and songs of laughter,
Songs of tenderness and songs of internal peace,
Songs of honesty and songs of trust,
Songs of veneration and songs of adoration,
Songs that will bind our lives,
In a chorus of unending happiness,
When some day I truly love.

POETRY - HOMELESS

In the fading light of day,

When dark hues of evening Stealthily wrap cold arms,

Of darkness around the Smiling visage of the city:

Desperate and Haunted I feel.



Homeless I am;

And like a lost wanderer In a wilderness,

I stand alone -

An anonymous presence,

Subdued and Sad.



I am a mere shadow,

Drifting aimlessly -

Lost.

Flitting about -

Afraid,

Of the gathering gloom

Whose warning whispers

Sing a litany of pain to me;

Thus....

You are alone,

You have no home,

You are starving.



I stand at a corner,

Beneath the blazing sign of

HOTEL HILTON;

Lost in thought,

Watching countless other shadows

Milling about like agitated ants:

Hoping to catch a familiar face.

But all I see are faceless people-

Homeward bound.



Burning with the desire to belong,

I feel as though

All burdens, cares and follies,

Of this world

Are heaped on my fragile shoulders

By a brutal and merciless god.



Tis then that sadly,

I look around me, contemplating;

My senses awakening to the vicious voices

Of the town going to sleep.



All the others have a purpose;

A destination -

Wherein there are loved ones,

And warm meals,

And hearty laughter,

And comforting arms.

But I have none.



In tearful dejection

I heave a heavy sigh of resignation

I slump next to a beggar and

We exchange furtive, glances,

Then the beggar lights up,

Smiles and says in sanguine tones

``WELCOME HOME''

I cannot hold back the tears which reminds me

THAT I MUST SUCCEED.

POETRY – TIME

POETRY – TIME
Since time judges man not by value,
But by honesty imbued with virtue;
With determination
Times greatest award
Becomes a footnote of
Fortune’s humble reward
In time,
A tender bud blossoms,
And in crystallized splendor
Turns to full bloom;
So do not smolder in gloom,
Nor yet drown in wine goblets –
For endurance is a measure
Of the simplest unknown treasure.

POETRY – SHADOW

When a stranger calls,
Welcome not the shadow
For as leaves from a tree falls;
The strangers shadow also follow.
But why did you come?
For when you chanced by,
Feelings that confound and overpower;
Feelings that entrap and imprison,
Promised sweet solace every hour…
And defying all reasons
I got intoxicated in a lunacy of affections.

Thus, gently shadow,
When you passed by
Warm ripples of pleasure
Cascaded down my spine in delicate tingles;
And in compelling waves without measure
My heart throbbed in pulsations of blissful jingles
Driven by a primeval surge of fierce desires.

POETRY – WHEN YOU WERE HERE

POETRY – WHEN YOU WERE HERE
When you were here,
I looked with my heart
For my eyes saw the shadow not,
But the soft fullness of a woman’s breasts
As enticing as ripe peaches-

When you spoke
I listened with my eyes
For my ears heard not your voice,
But saw the quiet demeanor of a dove
Lost in the joys of melodic cooing-

And now that you are gone,
In moments of solitary confessions
All I know are dreams…
Dreams,
Of wild intimacy of hot kisses;
Dreams,
Of lips softening like ice-cream melting in the mouth;
Dreams,
Of nipples begging for the slavery of my lips;
Dreams,
That brings the crescendo of erotic bliss;
Hot, potent dreams,
That sears longing in my heart
And an aching desire to be eternally possessed,
By love’s breathless and all-consuming spell.

POETRY – DRUMROLLS OF ADORATION

The sight of your face,
The intensity of your love
Sets my passions on a race;
And like the brilliance of a starry night above
Your presence, lovely and comely,
Forms a halo of radiance around my heart –
Tattered and lonely
And so, tenderness illuminates my inner parts.
Time ceases, then,
A visual celebration of your image
Builds butter-soft emotions
Whose loving touch, feathery and caressing,
Invades all my senses with every stolen glance.
Time is reborn, when,
The essence of your fragile femininity
Like the roar of distant thunder,
Sets my heart-beat
On drumrolls of adoration.

POETRY ABOUT THE ULTIMATE POWER OF WOMAN OVER MAN- LIGHT ETERNAL

LIGHT ETERNAL

Those lovely pools of light,
Ringed with tiny winged butterflies;
As brilliant as dew-drop mirrors,
Warms my heart with each caressing stare.

When with loveliness your eyelids flutter,
With adoration my faintly heart stutters;
Spilling away torrents of pulsing sensations,
Fuelling flames of passion –
Making me afraid
To tread on the sacred palace of your heart,
To roam around the inner chambers,
Hallowed by concealed secrets and desires,
Lest vast emptiness I should find.

For when with cadence your voice trembles,
With trepidation my resolve dissembles,
Your tones and sounds-
Soothing oils of clove,
Scented wisps of incense;
And forever
A shimmering eloquence of love
Engraved across my heart
Like cosmic rays
Spread across the sky.

POETRY ABOUT INTIMATE FEELINGS.

A SWEETENED CUP

Enfolded in a protective embrace,
Of feelings soft and cloudy;
Of sweet sensations
Pleasurably churning in my stomach;
Your love has unfurled depths
Of wildly, passionate flowery places
Mushrooming where oblivion
Hollowed out by empty spaces,
Has within me long lived.

Like a barren wasteland,
Where no delicious fountains ever flow,
But bitter streams abound –
Loneliness is a poisoned chalice
From which lonesome souls;
In vain such for succor,
But end up drinking malice
Proffered in the hands of dejection
By a maidens cold-hearted rejection.

But you, my beloved,
Have come bearing a sweetened cup.
Your cup of love
Is overflowing and dripping,
With honey flavored emotions
Promising rich intimacy.
You, my beloved,
Though still in parts a far
Have become copious portions
Of my hearts desires and devotions,
To your lush and alluring sensuality.

POETRY ABOUT SENSATIONS - ECHOES OF SENSUALITY

ECHOES OF SENSUALITY

Deep in my heart,
As natural as the stars glitter,
Sophisticated beauty sits.
Your captivating sensuous elegance
A bold expression of artistic perfection.
Undaunted by space and distance
Currents of your vibrant sensuality,
And sonorous echoes of your lilting voice
Gently strums my heart-strings joyfully
Each time your voice tenderly calls.

Deep in my heart,
With every heart-beat
My inner self palpitates expectantly
In heroic veneration;
Awaiting to pay homage,
To your stunning and charming appeal.
In rhythmic and melodious tunes,
My heart suffuses with thrilling ecstasy
To your sounds and sighs
Each time your voice tenderly calls.

Deep in my heart,
Like the substance of dreams,
Ephemeral yet enduring;
So does your ethereal presence
Flash fires of brilliant loveliness;
Which in tender flames of attraction
Reaches out and delicately touches
Every part of my being
Each time your voice tenderly calls.

Deep in my heart,
You’ve become a song;
An eternal song,
To which my dreams daily dances.
A glorious song,
That no pain nor sorrows can erase
A soft, soothing song,
That forever will make my soul yield
Each time your voice tenderly calls.

Deep in my heart,
You’ve become a tune;
A tune of overpowering pleasure
Whispering in harmony with my spirit.
And as sweetly as saintly voices from heaven
Your laughter is a chorus of Angelic purity
That in rapturous cadence and trills,
Calms my senses into submission
Each time your voice tenderly calls.

POETRY ABOUT VIRGINITY AND MAIDEN INNOCENCE

Until I met the current love of my heart, the other woman who I madly fell in love with was Banice (name changed) my wife had been pushing me to marry another woman (something to do with traditional beliefs). I had been telling her there is someone, but when she saw Banice she refused to accept her as a co-wife. That lady was very beautiful. More than 5 years after I lost contact with Banice, her shadow still haunted my ex. That was when I learned about her intention to go back to her ex husband. That marked the end of our marriage.

PORTALS OF PURITY

To the inner most sanctums of paradise,
Like puritans to a shrine,
They troop,
Disciples of debauchery honey tongued,
To entice her innocence out of the coop.

A bird she looks,
Of rare and silky plumes;
Tender to the touch,
Soft to the feel;
But caged in hues and perfumes,
Around which they flitter,
Moths to her lights and delights drawn.

Beyond the fleshy petals
Wherein drips sweetest nectar,
Ebbs and throbs
Dead echoes of her purity.
Innocence stolen,
Innocence snatched
From its pristine cradle
By filthy fingers of dark and dirty passion.

Embraced by the divine cloak of beauty,
Saintly and sacred she looks –
An angel of damnation descended
To smoother fires of their desires,
With the coolness of her breathy whispers,
The radiance of her smile,
The gently, glorious softness of her eyes.

Oh, innocence stolen,
Innocence snatched…
And the drumbeats of my heart
Sound in anguish
With every drunken spittle,
That smears and besmirches
The delicious and delicate tenderness,
Of a face so perfectly carved
And a heart that cries for the pulpit.

POETRY ABOUT UNFULFILLED PROMISES

PARADISE?
Heaven in our hearts,
Together we begin the long journey;
Tenderness with every step
Tinder sticks for miles uncovered.
The sun rejoices,
The moon cheerily applauds,
And the stars cheerfully gaze;
Beguiled by our carefree spirit,
Our tomorrow, a vast vista of delightfulness,
Our thoughts and soul –
Wrapped in divine graciousness;
Our cries and sighs –
Celestial melodies of the Seraphim.
But lo!
Where is the Kingdom of enchantment?
The domain of merriment?
The throne of solace for which I crowned you queen?

POETRY ABOUT NEWFOUND LOVE

MY CHEERY BLOSSOM

You are my cheery blossom.
The very sight of your heavenly crystallized eyes,
The touch of your silken skin;
Warm and tender,
Like the soft wool of a mountain lamb;
Sends my soul
On a hearty trip to paradise.

You, my cheery blossom,
Are the very angel of my silver dreams,
The brightest flower in my garden of love.
You, my cheery blossom,
Are the very sunshine of my new joy and laughter;
The golden moonshine of my darkest hour.
Like sweet cheery blossoms,
You have become the guiding star
Of my heart's power and desires,

The gentle maiden
Of my youthful passions.
By your saintly perfections
And affections
You have recreated heaven in my soul,
And redeemed by life from hell.

Your elegance and charm,
Overcrowds my senses with sweet sensations,
And pleasure beyond measure.
Your kisses -
A warm pool of deliciousness,
Your lips-
As sweet as honeyed flowers,
Your breath -
As refreshing as mountain air,
And your loving embraces
Flood my being with gentle waves
Of submission and desire,
And to you
I give all myself
Your are my soft cheery blossom.

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